Disneyland Can Wait: Boyd Rice is buying his offspring a nuclear arsenal and soldiers because they are surrounded by “hell more grotesque than any medieval woodcut; a lifeless, shuffling horde without souls, imagination or worth, and beyond redemption”. He is talking about us.

Several superb song suggestions featured a creator disappointed with humankind, but Tyler, the Creator acknowledges his own imperfections, weaving his disdain for others into his own self-loathing. Over beats feuding with incessant industrial screeches he adds, “(Fuck everything, man) That’s what my conscience said.”

More misanthropy you can dance to: DeeJay Punk-Roc first samples dialogue from a social responsibility-themed episode of Quincy, ME. and then cuts and beats frantically, adding in gunshots and screams before ending with a punkish, “I hate everybody.”

Dave Bartholomew uses a rocking blues beat to sing of the disbelief monkeys express when discovering that man – “the worthless bum” – might be descended from them. Astonished, they present arguments to show that they are the more civilised creatures.

Mala Rodríguez and Estrella Morente blend rap and Arabic vocalisations in a bleak duet. According to the song’s nominator, Makinavaja, they see the nature of human beings “making the world not just physically but emotionally uninhabitable”.

Nick Cave sings of people with warm hearts who are compassionate and loving. Despite such qualities, however, it seems we are flawed – People Ain’t No Good. An idea expressed perfectly through a pretty melody and a resigned, mournful vocal.

Ofra Haza lends exotic Middle Eastern vocals to the churning guitars and racing beat of the Sisters of Mercy’s Temple of Love. The lyrics mock people seeking refuge in that temple – the song’s misanthropy says love will not save us. “All your prayers must seem as nothing when stone is dust and only air remains.”

A beautiful-sounding children’s choir sweeps through the Drones’s Why Write a Letter That You’ll Never Send. It pleads for companionship in a failed world. The song makes stark the reasons why misanthropy exists through lyrics that are brutally direct as the music lurches from crescendo to crescendo. It’s very personal and unrelentingly desolate. Strangely, I find its honesty about the failings of humanity moving and uplifting.

English Dogs are more succinct: “The whole world’s fucked with fucked up people, fucking up fucked up people’s lives” – which might be a reason why Anti-Nowhere League continue the classic punk assault by singing I Hate People. In the circumstances, it’s a reasonable reaction.

Turbonegro identify the cause of the problem English Dogs have observed: “Not enough war, famine suffering or natural selection.” All delivered in a camp Euro accent to the sound of a sonic shellacking.

That’s the tongue-in-cheek light-relief before Human, All Too Fucking Human by Anaal Nathrakh. They craft dense layers of unforgiving sound over amazing shifts in the pace of the blast beats. They rail against humanity: “On the brink of self-annihilation […] Human, all too human! Watch the naked ape grovelling before the stars – scratching at the sky. […] Is it your burden that leaves you blood-stained? No song, no words, will ease your regret.” Rarely are lyrics and music in such perfect harmony.